A prodigious wave of misplaced emotions, seeped through the windows of her soul, pouring out like a mid-summers rain, warm and misty, cascading down the sides of fevered cheeks. All for not, all for manufactured machinations of her own mind.

What now shall soothe such dogged fervor? When the processes in place to regulate one’s own universe suddenly turn against itself and attack the very core of ones being, what now could one do? Look not to others, look not to the sky, look not to pleasure, but look within. Within is where the secrets lay dormant and untested, set to challenge emotions spawned from thin air.

She is a magician, able to conjure her own nightmares from nothing. She sat limply slumped against her bedroom door, unable to feel the cool breeze around her, unable to see the present. The sky was a radiant blue, the sun shone with splendor, she was safe and loved, yet there she sat in peril, in agony, for the one who permits their mind to travel too far, is bound to have it travel away from the realities in which it exists.

Written By: Marcos Lopez 3/26/2020